Jason Laughton slipped a leaf of iceberg lettuce between the tines of his fork and held it there.
His placeholder lie–Rita was under the weather– was disintegrating like a Nutty Buddy eaten while jogging.
The Christmas tree lights twinkled like a lie detector test.
Jason’s mom had placed her napkin in her lap waiting for the …
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